Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

Hey baby, bring me something to drink in
sit down and watch a little TV

Yo they comin', crazy but I know it they comin'
Maybe, not lately I feel it coming I knew it, comin'
just in President, I guarentee
Jim, Jimmy, wake up, Jimmy
Only the Lord can save, 5.99 no
Let me to rock this mic
Now the bear hybernates
And, and what was going through your right now

Look at these weak MC's G's
Never BVD's or even bellbottom Lees
Please, with these fantisies you selliing keys
When you know you bees in front of the TV eatin' grilled
On your you know my steez
Kris is nice with these

I'm Poison BBD the plot thickens while I be hittin'
And lyric lickin', any mix and over the skippin'
And clippin', still sickenin'
Even though some people admitting
Through they system I keeps it
And the scale I pay tuiton not bail
water not ale, my MC Hammer hits it right on the nail
I fail with my 7 stripes

Strike one pierces the lung the drum MC's become dumb
Like "um?" They numb, the tongue over the bass drum
I am D the MC Run, spittin' lyrics for fun
And for a sum of the crumb
You missed when you swung, I connected hum
Another one done KRS-One, yeah, so

Say
If you really want true
Say
If you want the hip hop to
Say
I'll be all year round
You cool the F out before we go up in your mouth

It's just begun to bubble, KRS-One spells
On the mic soon is no double
I emerge from the rumble
the truth poetic construction, audio abduction
Showbiz production for wack reduction
And fly rhyme

Keep the hoppin'
Keep the DJs buggin' the orthodox
Non Xerox hip hop box
It was dope first crack out the box Scott LaRock
How MC's are washed up like socks
KRS-one the heads nod

Say
If you want true skill
Say
If you want the hip hop to
Say
I'll be rockin' all year
You better the F out before we go up in your mouth

KRS-One, yes my son
Tweet
KRS-One, yes my son
tweet, tweet
You they can't compete, ain't that right
No
You better cool the F out before we go up in mouth

When it's my turn, kid, at what you done did
Like my head is dreadable, you
I kick incredible for my poeple
I'm jackin' like me so sue and stretch like bobbito overloops
While you sittin' on stoops I'm rockin' for U.S. troops in group
You screwed up, oops, I can read a crook
Like I read a new

I'm on hip hop culture
Look at the tip top lyrical
Floatin' like a soap bubble you don't wann puncture
Or rupture, I write I utter, mother mother mother
There's too many of us dying trying and not doin'
Not suceeding still pursueing, what you
What you What you doing?

The session is started departed on
I beg you please lookover my menu
others can't do I can do
Enhancing 7 levels of mental
I dismantel stress, you're to the advanced lyrical best
Worldwide qualified to any MC test
Stop guessin,' is in full session
Now showbiz 'em how